The Joy of Painting Poorly

Last night I got the old paint set out to try and create some new images to help promote my book.  It made for an enjoyable evening.  By the time I was finished, it occured to me the final product wasn’t anything spectacular, but I wasn’t upset by that, because I realized something: the main reason why I find painting with watercolors enjoyable is because I’m not very good at it.  I’m much better at sketching and cartooning.  Painting though brings me a joy that the other arts can’t match, largely because it’s all experimentation for me.  I never know how it will look by the time I’m done.  What I have in my head at the start never comes close to resembling what I’m left with in the end.  With a piece of writing, I know I can touch it up and finesse it and write an excessive amounts of drafts, but with paintings, I’m frequently given the sensation that if I add just one more brushstroke I might just ruin what I have.  In fact, I have completely ruined several of my own painting attempts by trying to fastidiously correct them.  If I were a better painter, the process would be lousy.  As a lousy painter, the process is a joy.

Here's the painting I made last night, with text added by computer.


here's another small painting I made last night


Currently, The Madness of Art: Short Stories can only be found on my createspace estore.

By Friday it should be available for purchase on Amazon.

It’s still available as an ebook at a lower price.


2 thoughts on “The Joy of Painting Poorly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s